"You shouldn't have captured my student!"
Wan Yunting glanced at the cleaver in his hand, a playful smile gracing his lips.
Park Sung-won's face was dark as he roared, "Hey, you punk! Don't think you're so great just because you can fight. I have three hundred men here. Let's see how many you can take on!"
Immediately, a mob of lackeys poured out from within, each wielding a club, surrounding Wan Yunting and Kang Noran…
"Heh heh…"
Wan Yunting looked down at the crowd with contempt. The corner of his mouth curled slightly as he smiled at Kang Noran beside him, "I'll clear a path for you."
"Okay."
Kang Noran nodded calmly. Then, Wan Yunting's eyes snapped open, emitting two sharp beams of light. He spun the cleaver in his hand, the flat of the blade facing down, and lunged at the outer lackeys. The cleaver slammed heavily onto a lackey's shoulder… wap.kanshu5.net
With a kick, he swept another away. He clapped the cleaver against a lackey's cheek, sending him crashing to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust…
Kang Noran was no less impressive. Her beautiful legs moved in a blur, kicking many lackeys away or sending them to the ground. Staying by Wan Yunting's side, they pushed outwards together.
In an instant, screams and the sounds of bodies hitting the ground echoed. In the blink of an eye, a sea of lackeys lay moaning on the ground, and the outer perimeter was cleared. Wan Yunting immediately said to Kang Noran, "Go! Wait for me outside!"
"Okay, teacher. Be careful."
Kang Noran knew Wan Yunting wanted her to leave first, not wanting her to be a burden. So, she immediately ran towards the outside of the abandoned car lot. Meng Hu, who was waiting outside, hadn't left either. Soon, he saw Kang Noran rush out. Meng Hu immediately went to meet her. "Where's Boss Wan?"
"Teacher is still inside."
Kang Noran didn't know Meng Hu, but she knew he was someone loyal to her teacher.
Meng Hu looked at the abandoned car lot. From a distance, he could hear the screams coming from inside. A cold smile played on his lips. "Park Sung-won is really asking for it, daring to offend Boss Wan, that devil!"
"Devil?"
Kang Noran looked at Meng Hu with a hint of confusion. He chuckled, "Are you one of Boss Wan's university students? When he was in prison before, we called him the Devil. So don't worry, Boss Wan will be out soon…"
Ah…
Thump…
Outside the workshops in the abandoned car lot, screams and the sounds of falling bodies continued. Wan Yunting, holding the cleaver with the flat of the blade facing outwards, didn't want to kill anyone. In less than five minutes, the surrounding area was filled with fallen men.
But still, waves of lackeys charged in. Wan Yunting was like an invincible war god, his movements grand and powerful, sweeping away these lackeys. Park Sung-won, watching from the outside, was dumbfounded and terrified. He never imagined that this subordinate of Ling Xianzong could be so capable.
Gulp…
Park Sung-won swallowed hard, his eyes wide. He walked out, grabbed a fallen lackey, and pushed him forward, yelling furiously, "Kill him! Kill him for me…"
Park Sung-won knew that if he didn't deal with this subordinate of Ling Xianzong today, he would be a major problem in the future!
Ah…
With a scream, Wan Yunting swept his cleaver across a line of lackeys. In this moment, he felt as if he had returned to prison, disciplining the inmates. One by one, he kicked them away…
With a leap, Wan Yunting seemed to soar through the air. A sweeping leg kick sent a row of lackeys flying, their screams echoing throughout the abandoned car lot. Park Sung-won watched, his heart pounding. He had been involved in the underworld for over a decade and had seen strong fighters, but never anyone this capable.
Was this even human…?
Park Sung-won's face was flushed with excitement. Looking at his hundreds of subordinates, more than half had already fallen. But the Chinese youth was tireless, like a combat machine. With every swing of his blade, someone screamed and was sent flying. The shocking scene was like a martial arts film, feeling unreal.
So, Park Sung-won grew afraid. He frantically shouted to the lackey protecting him, "Quick, call Meng Dabiao to come back and kill him…"
"What? Okay…"
Meng Dabiao, who was leading his men back, was filled with confusion upon receiving Park Sung-won's call.
Could it be Ling Xianzong, staging a surprise attack?
"Turn around, go back."
Meng Dabiao didn't hesitate. He waved to the driver, telling him to turn back…
Meanwhile, in the abandoned car lot, ten minutes later, all hundreds of lackeys had fallen to the ground, groaning in pain. The ground was covered in dust. Then, Wan Yunting kicked away the men blocking his path and walked out, holding the blood-stained cleaver.
At this moment, his expression was blank. He looked at Park Sung-won, who was standing at the workshop entrance with a pale face, and his few subordinates, all of whom were trembling with fear and stumbling backward, looking at Wan Yunting with disbelief.
This was definitely not human…
Clang!
The cleaver flew through the air and stuck directly in front of Park Sung-won. Startled, he looked up at Wan Yunting. The latter calmly took a cigarette from his pocket, flicked one out, placed it in his mouth, and lit it with a "snap," taking a deep drag and slowly exhaling smoke…
"Hey, you punk…"
Then, Park Sung-won fumbled behind his waist, pulling out a handgun. He quickly chambered a round, forcing a calm demeanor, and aimed the gun at Wan Yunting. "No matter how good you are at fighting, you can't block my bullets, right?"
Wan Yunting looked up at him, the corner of his mouth curling. He slowly exhaled smoke and chuckled, "You can try!"
Park Sung-won was scared. His eyes were filled with panic and unease, and the hand holding the gun trembled. This Chinese youth before him was too terrifying.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Park Sung-won's mind. If Ling Xianzong had such a powerful subordinate, why hadn't he revealed him before to resist me?
"Kneel and beg me, then break an arm. I won't pursue the matter of you capturing my student."
Wan Yunting looked at Park Sung-won, casually smoking his cigarette, his voice very calm as he chuckled.
"Hey, you punk, you're asking for death."
Park Sung-won's face contorted with rage. Despite the opponent's prowess, he was the Vice-leader of the White Tiger Gang, and he even had a gun. Thus, in his frenzy, he didn't hesitate to shoot at Wan Yunting…
Bang!
The bullet shot out from the barrel, but in an instant, Wan Yunting had vanished from his spot, leaving only a wisp of smoke lingering in the air. The bullet hit the dissipating smoke…
Ah…!
Then, a scream echoed. Wan Yunting, who had appeared before Park Sung-won without anyone noticing, snatched the handgun from his hand and kicked him away…
With a bang, he slammed into the door of a car parked behind him, denting it severely. With a thud, Park Sung-won fell to his knees, clutching his churning stomach and vomiting up everything he had eaten at noon, his face pale and contorted…
"Yaaah…"
Che Zaiyong and Che Zailong, the two brothers, immediately lunged at Wan Yunting. He then aimed his handgun at both of them, startling them into freezing. Instantly, Wan Yunting shot each of them in the thigh, and they fell to the ground screaming.
"Nice gun, but it's not for me."
Looking at the handgun in his hand, Wan Yunting took a puff of his cigarette and slowly exhaled smoke, a smile playing on his lips. He then forcefully bent the handgun in half and dropped it to the ground with a clatter. Seeing this, Park Sung-won, kneeling before him, turned deathly pale with fear. At this moment, he truly understood the terrifying nature of this young Chinese man…
Then, Wan Yunting picked up the cleaver from the ground and walked over. Looking at Park Sung-won, whose face was now a mask of panic and fear, he smiled, "Do you want me to cut off your left hand or your right? You choose!"
These words were like the voice of a devil, making Park Sung-won tremble with fear. He no longer cared about his pride and pleaded in terror, "Don't cut off my hand! I… I'll apologize. You want territory, right? I'll give it all to you. I have goods and money, as much as you want. Please, don't cut off my hand…"
However, Wan Yunting's smile turned wicked. He flicked the burning tip of his cigarette onto the ground, stepped on it with the toe of his shoe, and rubbed it out a few times. He chuckled, "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in any of that. So, I'll cut off your left hand. I'll leave your right hand so you can use chopsticks to eat…"
"No…"
"Ah…"
Terror and screams erupted from Park Sung-won's mouth. Wan Yunting's cleaver swung down, severing his left forearm. Blood spurted out instantly…
"President Park…"
Che Zaiyong and Che Zailong, lying nearby, along with the other lackeys who had picked themselves up outside, watched Wan Yunting holding the dripping cleaver. As he turned, he looked like a devil, a sinister smile gracing his lips…
Swish…
Instantly, the lackeys' faces were filled with panic and fear. Facing the current Wan Yunting, they felt as if they were looking at a terrifying war god, filled with fear and dread from the depths of their hearts. No one dared to charge forward again; that would only be asking for a beating…
"Hmm!"
Suddenly, Wan Yunting's eyes widened, his expression changing drastically. His sixth sense clearly alerted him to danger, and he immediately raised the cleaver to block his head.
Clang!
With a clear metallic sound, Wan Yunting's right hand went numb. The cleaver in front of him now had a protruding bullet embedded in its surface. The bullet had pierced the blade.
Fortunately, the cleaver was thick enough. Otherwise, with a little more force, the bullet would have pierced the blade and hit Wan Yunting's forehead…